Witch’s Thought

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This is about having a thought or belief that you realize it wrong. Something you held value in and later realized wasn’t worth the value you gave it. I named it Witches Thought because it refers to how Witches were often burned for being something that couldn’t be understood.

 Witch’s Thought

This thought I held so true

So deeply it drove me mad

Completely without question

My regret now knows how wrong

 

It burned me oh so badly

So scornfully it seared my mind

Completely with lack of compassion

My soul now knows it does not belong

 

It made me cry so sadly

So deeply I feared it’s loss

Completely with all my passion

This thought I held so true

Unbreakable

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I hate this feeling of glass

I fear it day and night

I hold myself from pushing too far

I despise that this is my freedom

I dare not break this thing I made

I keep it to protect my life apart

I damn myself for loving others

I care for those I see

I confess my will has broken me

I hear the beating of my heart

I touch it from within

I realize I am alone

I am held within this box

I know it cannot be destroyed

I see my efforts failed

I feel the cracks which distort my view

I cry from knowing this prison

I view my world with this broken glare

I wish my sight was whole

I know it distorts who I am

I do not reflect within this mirror

I try so hard to be myself

I want my voice to be so clear

I only wish to feel the touch

I see the world I want to reach

I am always feeling this space alone

I cannot touch this world in view

I deny this world to be touched by curse

I attempt to reach and always fail

I believe this pain will never break

Lady Frost, A Hope

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So far gone this feeling
Breathing wrong, barely seeing
Hands so cold I can’t get warm
Watching the ice break oaths I’ve sworn
I would have kept this word
Indeed my breath has tried so hard
A chilling world broke my body
Trying so desperately to keep my life

Lady Frost cut me with her sword
And like the women I love
She looks at me and fails to realize
Dear Lady, do you know I cannot move
Yet I live by merely keeping my soul alive
I would raise my head above and speak to you in words
But my lips have the only warmth you never feel
Mistress of the realm so chilling
Would I dare to tell you my heart still beats
Could this desire to live be your only fear
As you cannot see my motionless frozen tears
I am so warm without this feeling you cannot touch
But I keep my secret deeply within me
Hoping that one day you can feel this warmth

The Dream

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I wish I could cry
Never had to worry about what I need
To try a bit of forever I can’t see
Can this world be what I’ll be
A place that simply doesn’t know me
I’m more than a name
Something more than what should be
Never cry of losing
As I fly to what I dream

Blind stranger

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A voice leads you to utopia
You, the blind beggar lost to himself
Waiting patiently as you hold your sign
Hoping that your cup will not be left empty
Dreaming of a vision you had seen as a child
When your eyes had not betrayed you
When your spirit was learning how to fly
Standing silently with your cane touching the world
You perhaps cannot see
But you will always feel

Life

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Commotion
Life bristling with action

Trying
to be complete before it is gone

Moments
of time left to no witness

Fading
as they are consumed by forgetting

Truth
so bodly confessing every action

Blindness
that we simply fail to see

Raw

Posted by in Coffee - Volume One, Inquisitive, Loss, Mystery, Spiritual

I have known individuals with a thought about what it was like to be suicidal.  I am not a religious person; however I am very spiritual in my thoughts. I wanted to write how I felt about the subject, to explore the feeling a little in my own head.

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This razor’s edge feels so fine

I can feel it bleed me

This chance to meet the divine

Why does this feel so unkind

Will I stay or heed his words

Are these desires or my need

Do they truly taste like sand or wine

This thought my spite and so be freed

Tempting

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I thought about this in the idea that there are some things that yearn to be touched. So tempting that you want to desperately touch it and feel how solid it is. These “things” are textural in many ways and they inspire not only the sense of touch, but the other senses as well. I had to write about this idea and the thought.

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Tempting

 

The touch

            So glamorous it’s feel

The sight

            So tempting of desire

The smell

            So alluring to resist

The sound

            So pure for wanting

The thought

            So inescapable to deny

Disbelief

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Finding real beauty of outright simplicity and incomparable features

Of charming flaws and details which can never go unnoticed

Possessing subtle variations that are by themselves memorable

Viewing simply makes you wonder if this is a figment of desire

Chance occurrence that beauty such as this exist defies imagination

It warms your soul and inspires you to gently caress it in disbelief

Touching lets you know this isn’t a dream but is indeed extraordinary

The vibrant sensation you feel is your heart breaking the denial it exist

Hearing that such beauty has a voice enlightens your senses

You tell yourself such remarkable qualities do not happen in reality

Everything you know to be true says that you are dreaming

Yet somehow this is unmistakingly real and effortlessly tangible

This transcendent dream is standing in front of you in essence

You are simply touching something that shouldn’t exist

Your Gift

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You have no idea what gift I received

Wrapped in all this wonderful paper

I thought it was oddly humorous

As if I was getting a joke gift from my family

I shook and jostled it near my ear

Tapped it against my knee and dropped it to the floor

I thought about all the things you could give me

Glared at it menacingly as I pondering it’s contents

Then I realized exactly what it was

It didn’t have any weight or substance

This present you gave me wasn’t merely paper

But I took so much more from it than that

It was empty of items and yet filled with feeling

It warmed my heart and made me smile

I found it making me want what only you could give

Yet slyly I found it giving what I could want

Thank you for remembering

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